Yesterday I Was Fascinated By Somebody Else
I wasn’t, really, or maybe I really was, but in this case I couldn’t decide which title I liked better so I am using two, echoing the misogynist modernists. Tom Eliot stacked his writing on top and on top of itself, leaving room for wonder and none for [...]
When Susan Sontag knew she was dying–she knew it without admitting it, somehow–she vowed to not write about what it is to die the way most of us will: slowly. That is, she would not speak on what it is to emigrate to the kingdom of the ill and live there.
Will Oldham_Jump In Jump [...]
Ruthie and I tumbled off the 6 train on Friday night; it had taken some time to get to 86th Street, and once we left the station we were a little stunned.
Oh, I finally said. I think I saw Juno near here, and then I wrinkled my nose. Best Picture, really? Seeing [...]
I spent Friday and Saturday nights at parties in Brooklyn with people who I hadn’t known very well before. All I know about them now is that they each have more than one t-shirt and will put R. Kelly on the playlist if ordered to do so. The chemistry is obviously great.
Fleetwood Mac_Love [...]
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